The sky is bright and yet behind black trees
The dark orange of evening has begun
This sight is free to all without a fee
Yet we must wisely choose or blind become.
Soon,too soon the whole sky will be dark
Incremental changes come to fruit
And then it will be black without a spark
Except for stars whose light we cannot loot.
Imperceptibly like this we too will change
From glossy youth to hunched and weary crones
And yet we must refuse to be deranged
As all our body weakens from its bones
As long as we can see or touch or feel
Life is worth the eating in this meal
